Posts by ARTIE.

･ﾟ✧ breathe in, breathe out, let the human in

On the border of Bloodclan stood a great stone wall, which was known for being covered with corpses. But one day they started to shift. First it was just small movements, but pretty soon they started to tumble to the ground, the smell of rotten flesh filling through the air as new bodies were re-positioned to reveal older victims. In the middle of all this movement was a black Labrador puppy, or at least something that resembled one. Its fur was dull and falling out, patches of bloody, torn flesh all over its emaciated body. Its eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and the poor thing seemed to be missing the left side of it’s mouth, the skin peeled away to reveal unnaturally long teeth.

It didn’t seem to care about any of this though, instead stiffly stumbling down from it’s perch. A low chittering noise escaped it’s maw as it looked around, which soon turned into a deep growl upon spotting one of the older corpses. Toddling over, it bent over and started to rip off chunks on skin, absent-mindedly chewing on them in silence. Whoever the Labrador had been before it’s death didn’t matter, they were long gone.

[testing this new idea, so sorry if it doesn't make sense!]

･ﾟ✧ breathe in, breathe out, let the human in

Why Artie had decided to come to the bar was a mystery. Not only was he underage at 15, but it probably wasn't any safer from the place he had came from. He had ran away from his drunk parents, and a bar was the last place he wanted to be. Yet here he was, quietly sitting inside one of the corner booth toying with his hands as he waited for something to happen. Anything to chase away the white-noise filling his thoughts. The boy let out a soft groan after a couple of minutes, running sickly white fingers through ebony hair as he looked around. Where was he anyway?

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Although it wasn't able to speak or properly process what Apex was saying, the rotting Labrador still made its way over to the booth, probably drawn by the noise. It made a high pitched clicking sound in greeting before attempting to peer over at the calligraphy, only succeeding in tipping itself over. In the process it exposed the tags on its collar, which faintly spelled out 'Artie'. Even though the canine didn't understand the service Apex was offering, writing it's name would still be perceived as an act of friendship.

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The only thing that registered in Artie's head was that this person had exposed bone like it did. Or perhaps it just liked the color white. Either way it started to happily waddle over to Angelo, tail crookedly wagging as it looked the other over. Everyone was a friend to it, well, unless it happened to be a corpse, then it was food. Live things could also be considered food, but it seemed like people didn't like it when it started to gnaw on fellow clan-mates.

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The undead canine was the first to arrive, it's teeth clicking curiously as it looked at Sweet. Since it's sense of smell didn't function properly, and it hadn't been re-animated long, the child just assumed that the leader was a fellow clan-mate, it's curiosity soon propelling it to step closer. To be honest, it smelled horrible, like blood and death. The fact that it's skin was rotting didn't help much either.

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Due to the fact that it's sense of smell deteriorated a long time ago, it hadn't been aware of Barbara's presence until she had started yelling. Swallowing the piece of flesh it was chewing, the child turned to face the noise, head tilting in curiosity. That's odd, what was this creature? Two things were clear, it was alive and loud, two things that came off as both interesting and confusing. Since it couldn't comprehend the words she was saying, it instead let out a series of squeaks, an attempt to mimic the sounds.

It didn't even blink when Jackdaw arrived, instead stumbling back due to the wind. Glancing between the two Bloodclanners, it would once again begin to squeak, this time more high pitched. The canine seemed rather excited upon seeing the zombie, attempting to pad towards the other. If the leader allowed this, it would then start to nudge and sniff the feline, almost as if it was trying to communicate something.

･ﾟ✧ breathe in, breathe out, let the human in

UNDO THIS STORM AND WAIT
NAME: Artie
GENDER: Genderless [They/Them, It]
AGE: 4 Months

“I CAN’T CONTROL WITHERING WONDERS”
PERSONALITY: Curious | Friendly | Naive | Confused | Misguided | Obedient

APPEARANCE:
- A rather small, malnourished, black lab
- Is missing small patches of skin, fur, and flesh all over, causing bone to show in some places.
- Their eyes are colorless and cloudy, while their nose has completely rotted off. The skin on the right side of their mouth his been ripped off, revealing abnormally long teeth.
- Their nails are longer than average, and often break off.


“FLOWERS THAT LOSE THEIR SHAPE”
- Barely thinks / has thoughts
- Cannibal, only eats dead bodies
- Doesn't feel pain
- Was revived from the dead by some higher power, but for what reason?
- Communicates in sounds rather than words
- Can perfectly imitate someone's voice
- Easy to interact with

･ﾟ✧ breathe in, breathe out, let the human in

Artie? Home? Stay? Something felt faintly familiar about those noises, especially the first one. Their eyes followed the paw movements sluggishly, struggling to process what the leader was trying to communicate. Although it may not seem like it, the child did have the ability to think for themselves, though it wasn’t very easy. It must have been a while until they moved again, and when they did it was with mild uncertainly. What they got from Jackdaw was that there was something interesting in the desert, and this group of people were going to lead them there. Of course this wasn’t their exact train of thought, which was much more primitive, but it was close enough. Nodding their head, Artie would once again nudge the leopard before trotting towards the others, staring at everyone one by one before they were satisfied. Now that they had met everyone and seen everything there was in this area, they were ready to go.

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It hadn't registered in their head yet, but there were a lot of people living in Bloodclan. And due to their lack of smell and faulty memory, it was rather hard to get to know anyone. Not that you could really communicate with someone with talking or writing, but still. Another problem with the smell/memory thing is that the child just assumed everyone was friendly, and would often walk up to random people acting like they knew each other. This happened to be one of those times. Artie had been wandering around the place when they heard people talking, excitedly picking up a stick and trotting over to where the group was. Tail stiffly wagging, they would then drop it in front of Nate, waiting for some sort of response.

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Water didn't mix too well with rotting flesh, but that didn't stop the pup from launching them-self into the oasis, a joyful yip escaping from their maw as they started to splash around. Once they had played around enough to thoroughly soak their fur, they came crawling out onto the shore, stopping a few feet away from the females before shaking off the water. They then proceeded to investigate Amunet's golden cuffs, clearly memorized by how it reflected light. Even though he had taken a dip in the water, it only seemed to increase the smell of decay clinging to his pelt, making this an unpleasant experience for anyone nearby.

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Lately among the younger kids in Bloodclan there had been a trend of jumping off of tall trees in order to prove themselves to the others. So when Artie saw everyone else doing this, they naturally wanted to join in and have some fun. After finally managing to scramble to the top with some help from a winged npc, the zombie waited for a moment before jumping. Now in this moment you might be thinking, what made the kid think this would be a good idea? Well the answer is that they didn't think all. Everyone was silent for a minute as they fell to the ground, but screams soon erupted when they saw what had happened. In the center of the panicking crowd was a rather confused looking Artie, one of their back legs lying in the sand a few inches away. Yes, their leg had broke off completly upon landing. Luckily for the pup they were unable to feel pain, but found to their annoyance that it was hard to get up with only three legs.

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Artie honestly didn't know why he had decided to take a walk today. It was almost unbearably hot, and the fact that he was wearing a long-sleeved sweater didn't help. It was a stupid idea to wear it in the summer, he knew, but the last thing he wanted was people teasing him for his vitiligo. He should be lucky that it only appeared in places that were easy to cover up, yet the only thing he could think of was how ugly it made his skin look. That combined with his selective mutism had earned him a good many names throughout the years, one of the more memorable ones being 'zombie boy'.

He was currently sitting on one of the benches studying for finals when he spotted Seth and his dog, raising his hand to greet them before deciding against it. Despite the fact that they went to the same school, the two of them never really talked that much, so why should he start to do so now? On the other hand, he really wanted to pet the other boy's pit bull. Although he loved dogs and pretty much any other animal, they weren't allowed in the apartment complex he lived in. Besides, his parents would probably object to it anyway.

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Rocking them-self back onto their feet, the child would curiously watch as Apex wrote their name. Their head would tilt ever so slightly to the side, almost as if they were hypnotised by the pen movements. There was just something about the way that the ink swirled into letters that fascinated them, and they probably would've kept watching for hours if not for the wyvern stopping. They would confusedly look at the words for a moment before glancing back at Apex, letting out a long chirp. The meaning of it wasn't clear, but it sounded oddly close to a thank you. Dusty. They would have to remember the sound for later.

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Ah, a familiar voice! Slowly turning around, they started to purr [or at least something sounding like it] in greeting. "Lo!" They squeaked, attempting to mimic what other clan-mates called the jackal. Had they come to play also? Assuming that he wanted to do something with the de-attached limb, they hopped a couple inches towards it before falling over. It took a minute for them to push them-self back to their feet, but once they did they would grab the leg and start to make their way back to Angelo, something akin to excitement present in their glance.

But to answer the hitman's question, no, you couldn't just pop the leg back in. Stitching it would do the job though. It probably had something to do with whatever had revived the pup, but the limb would be fully functional after a couple hours after being reattached.

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Even though he wasn't technically allowed at the bar, he couldn't help but jump a bit when AJ came towards his table. Normally people just ignored him entirely, so hearing someone talk to him was enough to make the boy start to sweat. On top of that, he was pretty sure the guy knew that he wasn't old enough to be in here, and was probably going to tell on him after getting enough information. God, the thought of his parents finding out just caused him to sweat even more profusely than before. "A-Artie. I came here to clear my head, but p-please don't tell anyone! I could get in even more trouble if you do."

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A nervous chuckle escaped his lips at the question, but he ended up shaking his head in denial. "Oh uh, don't worry about me.” He murmured. “I'm used to it.” Sweat beads were beginning to appear on his forehead by now, but he wiped them against his sleeves as soon as they came, thankful that he had decided to cut his ebony locks into something better suited to this weather. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about anything dripping down his neck and back. Glancing at the female’s frappe, he would self-consciously look down at his own water bottle before taking a swig. “Are you ready for finals?” It wasn’t often that he was alone with a girl, especially someone as well known as Amunet, so he might as well make the most of it.

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Even though they weren't old enough to drink and the moonshine would just drip right through their skin, the child still found themselves limping over to where the others were gathered. After his earlier incident one of the NPC's had to reattach one of their legs, making it hard for them to get around without tripping or falling over. Curious as to what everyone was making noise about, they would try to balance on their back legs to get a better look at what was inside of the barrels, only succeeding in tipping them-self backwards into the sand. Looks like they would have to wait for someone to help them out. Glancing over at Apex, they would waddle over and lightly tug at the other's clothing to get their attention. "Du Du!"

[edit: oh shoot, wrong name! thanks for pointing it out horizon.]

it's nice to meet you kaju! but woah, you have that many pets? having five cats sounds like a dream come true [hell, any number of cats or dogs would]

um let's see, my name's rue and i also play newt and honeypaw at the moment, though i've played a good 15 characters since joining. there's not much to say next to i love reading, listening to music, writing, and playing video games, which isn't very interesting if you think about it.

character fun fact? well most of my character's are made with a song or person in mind. for example, bones by the killers and thriller would be associated with artie.

as for a personal fact, i've taken ballet, tennis, and piano lessons along with playing on my schools softball team in elementary.